You try to get a sponsor

You don't have a job. You live on the couch of whichever friend will have you. You try to shuffle yourself about so as not to wear out your welcome. You have used up all your canvas and you only have a tube set of oil paints. You have made your own brushes out of popsickle sticks and dog hair. You can't afford turpentine so your hand made brushes go bad quickly. So you begin looking for someone to sponsor you. After eight weeks you hook up with author Andrew McFing. He likes your work and he is willing to be your sponsor. The only thing is, he can only give you twenty five bucks a week and a handful of roaches from smoked joints. You accept the offer, its better than nothing.